8 February 2018

I watched my love fall
before me into the
emotions of lust.
Before me the body
succumbed to other-wordly
noise that changed
pale skin to red.

Like a body wishing to fly
gravity had other plans.
Like smoke to a flame
as the wisps flew high,
the embers settle,
and the fired paper falls to the floor.

I watched. Body fell.
I wished to die to
end this world of borrowed time.

To his death and mine
entwined. To different
fates that raised no
mortal stakes.

I felt the stars move
beside closed eyed, but
only darkness entered